“No, but I figured since we were already passing it, you wouldn’t mind if we stopped off at this small bakery right around the corner. They are open late and I want cookies.” “You told me to…stop and get you a cookie?” “No, I want you to stop so I can get myself a cookie.” “Do you think I’m a chauffeur for you? An errand boy? Do you always ask the guys who hold a gun at you to take you out for a snack?”
